Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Niagra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.